The god of the underworld, Hades for mortals and Trafalgar Law for those he considered himself close with, watched his surroundings with a bemused expression. His eyes drifted to the people at the far end of the village as they gathered crops happily thanks to Demeter's blessings.

What was the point when they would all eventually die and come to Law anyways?

He rolled his eyes as he made his way near a flower field and then suddenly he heard the sound of the softest laughter he'd ever heard.